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夏小洣_
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The night light. However, the dark light of the candle. Vague, such as a vast universe of stars. In the cold
Burning a little wind. As if I left this world. Empty. I think
For I am a cool. Every time the eyes of the most calm around watching.
The more growth. Feel lonely talks. Youth in short-term. There seems unable to stop
Pain. Such pain. I gradually began to understand what is lost. Standing on the angle
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